Fanfic theme - Weapons Mistress

No NSFW scene today, had a lot going on.

Weaponhead; thats what they called her, not because she was the daughter of the local weaponsmith, but because of her fascination and near fanatical dedication to mastering any weapon she could find.

Tenten couldn’t help herself, she had spent the majority of her youth watching her father, and intimately knowing his craft, but she had concluded that the making of a weapon was a  fleeting moment before moving to the next, and the next.
So, she began to learn to use them, practice every day to not just learn the skills required to brandish the tool, but understand the feelings surrounding it; an intimate knowledge.

Her parents didn’t mind when she was younger, a child swinging a sword, or a bo-staff, or archery, she had an inquisitive mind, and her father was proud she had an interest in his work.

But, when she began her apprenticeship, it seemingly got in the way. She was never satisfied with her work, and would spend increasingly longer amounts of time reforging, testing each blade out, and refining.

Her father was pleased with her increasingly capable abilities, but she spent so much time on one that customers that simply wanted a fix or a sharpening were getting increasingly exasperated.

And heaven forbid that a new, or uncommon weapon came in! Tenten would study it, try it out, find out its balance and ask the customer a string of questions about its use that her father would end up doing the required work for free as compensation for Tentens ‘impromptu tutelage’.

But despite it all, she had grown into a master weaponsmith, with weapons that were of high quality, even greater than her own fathers, and it grew the family's reputation further than ever.
Her custom blades were well known, and her skills in fighting had led her to be challenged also, to which she saw few defeats, and the many suitors who wished her hand in marriage, and most likely her personal wealth along with her families would have to defeat her to win her hand.

As such, she remained unmarried, and un-pursued by anyone except the ambitious, who were willing to try to pit their abilities against hers.

One day, her legend had grown so wide she was named the mistress of weapons, a master weaponsmith of the highest tier, and called to present a weapon to the lord of their land of such high quality it would not be beaten for a generation, if ever.

She succeeded in this task, handing over her masterpiece, only to be approached by the Lord's nephew, who had quickly become taken by her beauty.

She rebuffed his advances, claiming only one who could defeat her could take her hand.

The court of the lord were all astonished that a commoner, even one with her fame, would reject a noble's advances, but Lord Neji was willing to try, and in a match hastily made, he lost to her; though she was surprised as he lasted longer than most.

But it wasn’t the end of it, Neji would come and challenge her again a week later… and the following week… and again two weeks after, each time he improved and got closer, Tenten being forced to work a little harder in her defensive skills.

When Neji challenged her again, he pushed her harder than ever, the match lasting several minutes longer before he finally got an advantage, or so he thought, as Tenten managed to counter, but lost her footing and the two crashed and fell to the floor, breathing heavily.

“I lost again.” Neji says.

“N-No…” Tenten says “You’re pinning me.”

Neji hadn’t taken this accident as a win, but he was indeed on top of her.

“This isn’t a wi…”

“It is.” she blushes, looking at him, making him smile after a few moments to think about it.

“It is.” he agreed. “So that  means…”

“I am yours.” she clarified. “I will… be your lady.” She seemed down.

“Not if you don’t wish to.” he says. “I have won the chance, not your heart.”

“You have, but, do I not have to give this all up for you?” she asked “To be a woman, not a weaponsmith and warrior.”

He smiled at her. “Why would I wish to change what I have fought so hard for?” he asked, standing up and offering her a hand. “You will be who you were meant to be.”

Tenten smiled, and took his hand letting him pull her up onto her feet, and when she was, she looked at him and smiled.

“Very well… I am yours.” she says.

“As I am yours.” he says, kissing her hand.